Page 173 of Filthy Rich Santas

I catch it, smiling down at her. “I’ve always been drawn to you, but the feelings that have grown between us during this trip are too big to stuff back inside and pretend to ignore now. Even if I could, I don’t want to. I want… more.”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

That radiance I just told her about breaks through like the sun breaking through the clouds, lighting up my whole heart as she smiles at me.

“I want more too,” she says breathlessly. “I?—”

The soft click of the door interrupts her, and we both turn to see Ryder slip into the room. His eyes lock onto us, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in his gaze that I’ve rarely seen.

“Am I interrupting the party?” he jokes as Beckett follows him into the room.

“It looks like we’re just on time,” Beckett says gruffly, his eyes searching Lana’s face before landing on me. Whatever he sees in my expression makes him smile, his shoulders relaxing. “And unless I’m way off base, we’re all here for the same reason.”

Lana brushes another tear from her cheek, giving them each a shaky smile. “I really hope that’s true.”

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LANA

I holdmy breath as I glance between Ryder and Beckett, waiting for them to speak.

Beckett steps forward first, his nostrils flaring as he drags in a breath. “I’m not done, little menace. I’m not ready to give you up.”

“Same.” Ryder nods firmly, coming to stand beside Beckett. “I don’t know who the fuck I was trying to fool, saying that I ever could. You’ve gotten under my skin, and I don’t think I’ll ever get you out.”

“But you… you don’t do relationships,” I stammer, my heart thundering.

He pulls me into his arms, his smile radiating the kind of pure heat that makes my knees weak. “You’re right. I didn’t. But when will you get it into that beautiful head of yours, love? You’re my exception.”

“To what?” I whisper.

His smile widens, and he tucks my hair behind my ear and then cups my cheek.

“To everything.”

The words steal my breath, and my pulse flutters wildly in my throat. A small sound escapes me as he lowers his head, claiming my lips in a deep kiss.

And then there are two more sets of arms around me, surrounding me. More hungry kisses follow as Tristan and Beckett step closer and overwhelm me in a blur of sensation.

There’s no way I can doubt this is real. Not with the way all three of them are holding me like they’ll never let go.

I melt into them, the fatigue I’ve been suffering from all but forgotten.

“You really mean it.”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Beckett growls, his breath tickling my ear as he nuzzles my neck. “Let us show you. Let us make you feel what you do to us. Tell us you want it too, little menace.”

“I do,” I confess. “I want this too. I know it’s barely been a day, but it’s been torture not being able to touch any of you anymore. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the three of you, and about how it was during the trip. I wasn’t ready for it to end. I… I want so much more.”

Beckett tips my chin up and stares into my eyes, searching them for a long moment.

Whatever he sees on my face must satisfy him, because he crushes his mouth to mine, muttering, “Thank fuck.”

My head is spinning, and the only thing keeping me grounded is their hands all over me. Then I’m backed up against the wall, held firmly in place by their bodies as Beckett captures my mouth again while Ryder moves to my neck, leaving Tristan to kiss trails of fire across my shoulder.

We’ve done far kinkier things than this together, but somehow, with emotions and desires all swirling inside me and the possessive, demanding way they’re handling me, this moment feels hotter than any that have come before it.

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